So, I had an appointment with my chiropractor because my back’s been bothering me. He’s this super professional, nice guy—but also ridiculously good-looking. Tall, lean, and with this calm, confident way of talking that made me want to test his focus just a little.

I wore leggings and a crop top to the appointment—easy to move in, but tight enough to leave nothing to the imagination. When I walked into the room, I caught him giving me a quick glance before asking me to lie face down on the table. I could feel his eyes on me as I climbed up, the leggings hugging every curve, and I acted like I didn’t notice.

As he started working on my back, his hands firm and steady, I let out this soft little sigh—not on purpose (okay, maybe a little). He paused for a second, probably thinking he imagined it, then kept going. When he moved to adjust my hips, he asked me to turn over, and as I did, my top rode up slightly, exposing just a hint of my stomach. I didn’t pull it down.

He placed his hands gently on my sides, explaining the adjustment, but his voice sounded just a little less steady. “Take a deep breath,” he said, and I couldn’t help but smile as I exhaled slowly, watching him try to stay professional.

When the session was over, I stood up slowly, stretching my arms above my head so my top lifted just a little more. “Thanks, Doc,” I said, flashing him a playful smile before walking out. I didn’t look back, but I know he was watching.

Let’s just say, my back feels great… but I think I left him a little more tense. 😏